Forest Nocturne
this drama hums birched, blue,
and pine behind winter-closed doors
where raccoons and rabbits still.
i remember the evening's autumn
cathedral when amber light
massed in prayer above. i
played over the under of your body.
don't think Nietzsche would be
angry because under
i explored this penumbra'd path
round a temporary pond jewelled
with drake and hen lusty
in spring swell—winter's death
finding level. finding its lever
opening to a love tossed bed
lipped by the cold fast recede
of white mountain to the black
ocean south aching and taking.
each spring a hesitation. the surface
of lindens throb ebonied by rain
and the lime-gold glow of old
and future dangle folded as fresh
cicadas on bracelets of branches.
Lunar Light
a shallow dimple forms
in the right moon of
unhappiness
a peculiar crookedness
of teeth grown yellow & sharp
on the inescapable whetstone
of orbital life
impact craters
airfree gloom & loneliness
unexpressed utterance
layered dust path untread
to horizon
form a vibrant circle
of reflection
ultraviolet
violates the gate on my heart
all seas seen & unseen
let me fire myself against
tranquility polishing
what painful solitudes wax
& wan between us.
Superposition: Love on a Quantum Level
you could be here
in the violet orbit of my embrace
you could be a cat in a box
cool you with a flute of
not hemlock sherlock!
sip smoky mezcal
entice tongue
into ear like worm.
what did shakespeare say?
even the worm of breeches
screws when ridden on or
courage, out damned spot!
you could
be house-broken by
now your breaths caress
down C1 C2 vertebra
which could drive me crazy
if you were here but we are
not we yet then
you could be driving
backwoods vermont
or west feliciana parish
on broadway
trying to untangle these
signs without my owl-eyes
without my power to conjure
an omen of go which leads you
to my chartreuse flame of desire
laying odds on a probability
that without my measuring
you enter as a wave through
the slit & wait of my embrace
leaving your
interference pattern
all over me.